Today in class, my teacher mentioned that her teacher (Sifu) had been talking about the Sword Form and how important the helping hand was. He said that you could do the Sword Form with two swords instead of just one, so she suggested that to me because I’d told her that I wanted to do a Sword Form, but could not find one.
I don’t have two metal swords, but I do have a few wooden ones. I could try that or one metal and one wood. I don’t know how well the latter would work because they won’t be balanced, but it’s better than nothing. Let’s face it–I’m well on the way to talking myself into buying the double sword set from Kungfu Direct. I already watched a video reviewing the set, and the man was quite complimentary about it. In the meantime, I’ll see what I can scrounge up.
I just found out that Kungfu Direct also has deerhorn knives, but it’s under deer horn so it did not come up when I searched for deerhorn. I found them when I was browsing the non-Taiji weapons. There are also double axes, which are really cool. I am truly like a kid in a candy shop as I’m browsing the goodies (weapons).
The double saber set I want is not available. There’s another more expensive set with longer blades that is available. I’m not buying it for now, but I definitely have my eye on it. I’m also not getting the nice set of deerhorn knives yet beacuse I haven’t even started using them. And for now, the practice set will do me just fine.
In yesterday’s post, I talked about how I had a crushingly low self-esteem for much of my life. It’s a combination of having parents who did not like anything about me, belonging to two societies that believed woman and AFAB people should fit in very small boxes, and my weird brain just operating differently than ‘normal’ people’s.
The last time my mother and I talked about my medical crisis (about a week ago), my mother immediately said she was so grateful I had survived. The reason why? Because I could talk to my father when he was having one of his episodes. A month or so after my medical crisis, she said she was glad I had lived beacuse she had no one else to talk to.
Notice that neither of those answers were, “I’m glad you’re still alive so that you can live a full life.” Indeed, neither answer was about me at all. One was about her and the other was about my father. This is not a surprise, by the way, but it still hurt.
Other people talk about their parents and how much their parents love them. They take it for granted that their parents have their best interest at heart, which is something I’ve never thought at all. Sorry about the sentence structure, by the way. I know it’s awkward and ungainly, but hopefully, the message gets across.